Her wattle’s pink and sagging
Her comb’s seen better days
Her energy is flagging
No spark is in her gaze
She baulks and shouts in fury
Each time I move her legs
Her feathers raise and flurry
She tries to hide the eggs
We think it’s not much longer
Until her time is through
She isn’t growing stronger
She doesn’t have a clue
We’ve tried to let her ramble
We’ve tried to let her roam
Each night she starts to amble
Back to her comfy home
We don’t want her to suffer
We don’t want her to ache
So we’ll just have to snuff her
It’s really for her sake
a pinch of homestead 